Pan Am 103
"Sleeve, eat, sleeve, eat, "
Said mullah…
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Night walk
Not yet five, was too dark
And I, needed to walk…
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The king’s Poet
“Your Royal Majesty
Even moon, crescent
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Old boys’ club
Bitterest, doubtlessly comes of our sweetest
Imagine loss of the sweet love, to unknown,
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If it was…
Why not us be honest?
At least I, you are dead
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Let me be discovered
Bob Dylan and Neil Young
The mountains’ Avalanche
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Race to the Bottom
God, this toy that man made
As some say; was great.
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